Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Organ,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.